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The story of a love. My love.
What happens after Last drink we both knew we shouldn’t have Master and slave, neither knowing their place Stately chief in eider sleeve sweeping a fireplace While his ragged slave remains abed, postured as if dead on the chaise Daily Saturnalia; contorting, transforming, changing, this fluxsome pace The age of remakes, reforming what our lab…
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Elgin’s Ending
People telling end up in Hell along with fell Lord Elgin Like a brocken spectre on Helvellyn, long shadows his crime cast Broken or whole, without respect Taken as toll, to a private collection To that most predatory end of vile self election. At life’s ending, Elgin journeyed in a southerly direction. In lime and mortar…
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Choosing Who To Pray To
View from the pew View from the tomb Few tunes from the Mu Mu Fortunes made and lost with a pew pew Six shooter brandished, saying be cool Too cruel for this rule, became a recluse Following Ra’s clues like Blue Trained with boot and tool, Blue Razz Ra’s al Ghul Ratchet one looking like…
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Mood: Cruellest
Laughing like Tidus Meanwhile you’re Titus Groan If you keep going on this way You’re going to find out why April Is the duellist’s month Let’s meet out front Blood rush pumping Taking our paces On a mark, about facing Let one pawn be erased Without the spirit, flesh is but waste Refuse, a vile…
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Book of many pisses
Do we need to a call a priest? Get your phone, triple twice three then press green Mr Sheen, mirror spit shined for what’s in the evening Call forth the mistress, me as witness, spitting her name three times Candyman arrives.
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